They were getting ready to go to the beach. Tomoe and Kaede needed to shop and get what they needed, and then they'd go to the shore for the weekend; Kaede would scowl a lot and call him weird, and Tomoe'd laugh, and they'd end up bone-tired and crash on one of the hotel beds.
It's that simple.
He rushes at the General with a fist drawn back, anger flaring from deep down in the pit of his stomach, because this guy is crazy, he's just some guy he has to get into cuffs, he's dangerous and his family is in danger—
I'll protect them.
The punch isn't anything at all, really. Not without his powers. To someone like the General, it's probably pathetic, and somewhere deep down Kotetsu knows it is. Just like somewhere, somehow, behind a thin sheet of glass separating fiction and reality, Kotetsu is screaming for something to break through.
He can't see it though. He can't see it.
Forgetting is easy. He threw everything behind him, for the sake of his dream. He could just forget, couldn't he? See, he'd already forgotten. None of that exists, because it just never did. How simple, right? Easy as breathing.
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They were getting ready to go to the beach. Tomoe and Kaede needed to shop and get what they needed, and then they'd go to the shore for the weekend; Kaede would scowl a lot and call him weird, and Tomoe'd laugh, and they'd end up bone-tired and crash on one of the hotel beds.
It's that simple.
He rushes at the General with a fist drawn back, anger flaring from deep down in the pit of his stomach, because this guy is crazy, he's just some guy he has to get into cuffs, he's dangerous and his family is in danger—
I'll protect them.
The punch isn't anything at all, really. Not without his powers. To someone like the General, it's probably pathetic, and somewhere deep down Kotetsu knows it is. Just like somewhere, somehow, behind a thin sheet of glass separating fiction and reality, Kotetsu is screaming for something to break through.
He can't see it though. He can't see it.
Forgetting is easy. He threw everything behind him, for the sake of his dream. He could just forget, couldn't he? See, he'd already forgotten. None of that exists, because it just never did. How simple, right? Easy as breathing.